The Fabric of Obedience

There exists a piece of cloth—

Not stitched by the hands of fashion nor designed by the whims of culture.
It is not a symbol of the East nor a relic of ancient times.
It is a command whispered through sacred verses,
a covering not just of the body,
but of the soul's surrender.

Yet in the noise of the modern world,
its meaning is drowned in debate.

Some say,
"Hijab is a personal choice."
Others claim,
"Faith cannot be measured by fabric."
And there are voices—eloquent, charming, celebrated on screens—who say,
"Let the woman decide. Don’t let religion dictate what she wears."

But what if it's not religion that dictates,
but God?

There is a growing movement,
cloaked in intellectualism and the guise of freedom,
that seeks to reinterpret divine instruction to fit human comfort.
They call it progress.
They call it liberation.

But stripping away the obligations of Islam does not liberate a woman—
it liberates the ego.

Hijab is not oppression.
It is protection.
It is not backwardness.
It is bravery in a world that commands women to undress for validation.

In the echo of liberal narratives,
they speak of power, of choice, of feminism.
But they forget that true empowerment begins with submission—not to man, but to the Creator of man.

And when a woman covers herself for Allah,
she declares war on every standard that tells her she is only as worthy as the skin she reveals.

To claim hijab is “not mandatory” is not an act of scholarship.
It is an act of ego.
To call it “cultural” is to pretend the Qur’an was just another human book,
and not a divine message echoing through time.

So no—
Hijab is not a lifestyle option.
It is not a symbol of the past.

It is faith.
It is identity.
It is obedience wrapped in dignity.

And no voice, no platform,
no sophisticated dialectic wrapped in soft rebellion
can cancel a command from heaven.